Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.